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Hello! Here is chapter three. Not really much to say except enjoy! And thank you again to my only reviewer MissBubblyJayy
Chapter 3:
Stupid Diggory and his stupid laughing
I was walking up the tower-or one of the many towers, anyway-to the first Defense against the Dark Arts class. It was about the last class before lunch and I was really anxious to see what the new teacher would be like. I heard a lot of people around the school calling him Mad Eye Moody. I pondered all the possible reasons why they called him this as I walked to the classroom.
"Chloe," someone called, breaking my train of thought. I turned to see who called my name. I should've just ignored it. Cedric Diggory was making his way towards me. I groaned slightly. Can't this guy leave me alone?
"What do you want Cedric?" I asked, annoyed.
"I just want to know how you slept," it was rather clear that he was stalling.
"Fine, get to the point." I said. He took a deep breath before continuing.
"I was wondering if I could ask you something about the Triwizard Tournament."
"No! No, no!" I exclaimed and continued walking.
"Why not?" He asked, keeping pace with me.
"Because, I don't want anything to do with it," I answered.
"Now I have two questions," I rolled my eyes at him.
"You've had all morning to ask me whatever it is you want to ask and you're choosing now to do it?"
"Well, that's because I couldn't find you all morning." I rolled my eyes again. My curiosity got the better of me though and I decided to let him ask whatever it is he wanted to ask.
"Fine, what?" I asked.
"Why don't you like Triwizard Tournament?" Cedric asked.
"Because it's suicidal, they should've banned it completely!" I said. "It kind of makes you wonder how many students it's killed in the past." I continued as we walked into the class room. "Now, did you want to ask me something else or can you leave me alone now?"
"I need your opinion on something,"
"That's not really a question," I said sitting at the second desk in the middle row. "And why do you care about my opinion?"
"Well, uh…I don't really know. Something was just telling me that I should ask." He answered, sitting beside me. Yeah, of course it did, excuses, excuses.
"What do you want my opinion about?"
"Well, it's about the Tournament," of course it is. "I was wondering if you think I should submit my name," no don't do it! Don't kill yourself! Wait, what? My mind was apparently still in jumbles.
"Honestly, I don't care what you do," I answered. "If you want to put your name forward, go right ahead." I continued. There was silence. "And if you do happen to be chosen, I'll start planning your funeral." He laughed. It wasn't meant to be a joke; I would start planning his funeral.
The class quickly filled up with other seventh year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. There was a conversation everywhere in the room. Except where I sat, I was still contemplating two things. One how did Cedric somehow end up beside me? Shouldn't it be very, very easy to avoid him?! Two why did I not want him to enter the Tournament? I shouldn't care if he wants to die. This guy annoyed the hell out of me. But I did care and it was driving me insane as I thought about it.
The sound of footsteps-one sounded heavier then the other-caught everyone's attention. We all looked in time to see Professor Mad Eye Moody making his way from his office to the chalk board and I found why he limped. He had a metal leg. A metal leg, an enchanted buzzing eye, was his arm even real? This guy was really starting to scare me. I shrunk in my chair a little.
"Alastor Moody," he said. "Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, any questions," yeah, why are you here? To scare us to death, cause if you are, it's working. I held my tongue on that one. I was too afraid to ask. I folded my arms across my chest to keep them from flying up unwillingly. He then started talking about Demontors. My head rolled over the back of the chair.
"We went through this last year," I groaned quietly.
"Do you have something to say, Ms. Baker?" Moody asked. He had apparently heard me. I put my head back up.
"No, no continue." I answered, sitting back up. He carried on with his lesson. Cedric silently chuckled. "Stop laughing," I hissed. He didn't stop. "Cedric, shut up."
"Is there a problem?" Moody had his back turned to us. Cedric was trying to stifle his laughter.
"No problem, sir, please continue." I said since Cedric seemed unable to talk at the moment. Moody continued with his Demontor lecture. I turned to look at Cedric. "Would you shut up, you're going to get us both in trouble."
"Sorry, I'll stop." He said, still laughing. For some reason this was making him laugh harder. What was wrong with him?
"What is making you laugh?" I asked. "What is so funny?"
"If you interrupt this class one more time, Ms. Baker, I'll be forced to give you a detention." Moody said.
"Sorry," I said, casting a glare in Cedric's direction. He went back to his teaching. Cedric was still laughing, a little.
"Cedric, shut up!" I whispered, kicking his leg under the desk.
"I will not have kicking in my class, Ms. Baker," how did he see that? It was under the desk, his back was turned toward us and it didn't seem to have hurt Cedric. "Detention, in my office tonight,"
"What?!" I exclaimed. "That's not fair he wouldn't stop laughing!" I pointed at Cedric.
"Detention, my office, after dinner for the both of you," Moody said. I smirked on the inside. "Ms. Chang, would you please trade seats with Ms. Baker so we can get on with our lesson without interruptions." I got up, gathered my books and went over to Cho's seat while she went over to my seat. Great, stuck next to a Ravenclaw. Thanks a lot Cedric, I thought bitterly. I looked in his direction. He and Cho seemed to be getting along just fine. I rolled my eyes and paid attention to the stuff I already knew.
After Class:
I was one of the first people out of the classroom. I really needed to get out of there. I made my way down the stairs to the great hall.
"Chloe," someone called. I knew it was Cedric. My pace quickened. "Chloe," he called again, sounding closer this time. I was jogging by now. "Chloe," Cedric said. He was apparently behind me.
"Go away, Cedric, I don't want to talk to you." I said.
"Chloe, just listen to me," he said, suddenly appearing in front of me.
"Go away," I said, trying to get around him but he grabbed my arms and for some odd reasons goosebumps erupted all over my body and tingles ran down my spine.
"Won't you just listen?"
"No," I said, trying to ignore the tingles running up and done my spine.
"Chloe, please-"
"You do realize that this is the first detention I've ever had, right?"
"Yeah, I'm in the same house as you."
"Unfortunately," I broke free as his grasp and started walking away.
"Chloe, this is my first detention to." He said, keeping pace with me.
"And how you managed that, I'll never know." I replied, icily.
"Chloe,"
"I said I don't want to talk to you,"
"Look, I'm sorry. It was just…"
"Just what?" I asked, turning to look at him. "Hilarious? Oh look Chloe's getting in trouble let's all point and laugh." I said, bitterly before turning back around and stomping off.
"Chloe,"
"Go away," I almost yelled. I ran the rest of the way to the great hall. This couldn't be just about getting in trouble. Maybe it was because I was hungry…? No, I wasn't that hungry. Maybe it was Cho…? No, I couldn't be jealous! I didn't even like Cedric! How could I be jealous?! I shook it off as I walked into the great hall for lunch.
Well, that was chapter 3. Chapter 4 is written and ready to go but I want at least three reviews before at put it up (I'll probably crack and put it up anyway if I can't take waiting though). Hope you enjoyed it!
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